Stare Into Space

Green and Bipolar

Posted on | May 4, 2013 | Comments Off

HULK TIRED. HULK NOT SLEEP. 

GRRR. HULK ANGRY. HULK SMASH. SMAAAASH.

OOOH, BALL. PLAY BALL WITH HULK. YAY, HULK HAPPY. 

HULK FALL DOWN. NOW HULK SAD. NO BALL. NO BALL.

SMASH.

SMASH.

GRRR, SMASH.

 

(Parenthood)

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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